I've been half awake for two years
And yet still dreaming
not of bed and roses
not of hugs and kisses
but of half cooked bread and pastries.
Vivid images of what transpired the last couple of years
lurking in my mind.
Hidden tears and hidden smiles
I've kept on my monstrous side.
Though trembling with uncertainty and fear,
Excitement and happiness never left my enormous heart.
My cart and its wheels though it took the less bumpy road was shaken to near destruction.
My garage shelters and comforts the cart and its wheels.
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